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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, November 13, 2012

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Filename: pedovil8.txt
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story_codes: alien/ggg - 4, 7, 11, tentacles, cons

story_intro: EACH PEDOVILLE STORY IS STAND-ALONE WITH A SEPARATE PLOT AND CHARACTERS. What does a huge, liquid-swelling alien do when he's on Earth? He spends quality time with three young girls with plenty of tentacles for each little playmate.

story_language: English




Pedoville: Swim Time

Written by madvlad


PREFACE:

	In the future, young orphaned or abandoned human girls are acquired by one of the controlling corporations in the known galaxy. The children are housed in a residential area known as Pedoville, where they are monitored. Any food, clothing, and other items are available by simple request. The girls are raised to become employees of the corporation in any of a myriad of occupations.

	Occasionally, children will be taken away for a brief period of time for "education sessions", where they undergo subconscious downloads of various academic knowledge packages to aid them in their future professions. Unknown to the girls, these sessions follow periods of time where they are used for the pleasure of well-paying customers or corporate executives. 

	In preparation for their clients, the girls are injected with pharmaceuticals to aid in various forms of penetration without excessive bodily damage (unless the client deems otherwise) and to trigger sexual stimulation. And depending on the client specifications, their personalities may be temporarily altered to fit the client's desires. 

	Prior to the educational downloads, their bodies are restored to their previous state, including the restoration of their physical virginity. Their short term memories are erased and the girls are returned to their homes with no recollection or evidence of anything except for the academic knowledge they received. 

	In a place and time where previously forbidden pleasures are now available to those who are connected or willing to pay, these children have become one of the premium commodities in sexual recreation among numerous species.

	
STORY:

	The case with John Smith was different than most. Like many clients, he preferred to have the same girls that he had previously enjoyed with him again. But he wanted them to remember their past experiences with him. Fortunately, some refinements to the conditioning process allowed the Pedoville programmers to use a neural blocking technique that allowed memories to be isolated and buffered so that they could only be accessed when a reverse technique was used. This ensured that the girls involved would not suddenly have flashbacks of the events while in their "normal" lives. It was more expensive, but for this girl lover, money was no problem.

	John Smith was a long-time client and both he and the Pedoville management were pleased with the arrangement. He usually had the same three girls at once, occasionally switching to a new, younger child when the oldest was "graduated" from Pedoville. This was the case today as the twelve year-old John Smith had been dallying with for the last eight years was no longer available. 

	Taking her place was four year-old Allie. John Smith preferred his girls with brown hair and brown eyes and the little tyke fit the bill perfectly. Joining her were his other two regulars, eleven year-old Pam and seven year-old Wendy.

	Three girls at once would be a challenge for any human male, but John Smith was unencumbered by human physiology as he was a member of a fluid-dwelling species with many tentacles. The species name was unpronounceable in any human tongue, as were the names of each individual member. So the male in question had chosen the well-proven name of John Smith whenever he was on Earth.

	John was an easy going guy and always had a bevy of jokes he processed through a translation matrix for the workers at Pedoville. For some reason, most of the jokes of his race were about database programmers, but his human friends found that they could substitute that profession with politicians or their bosses and have a great laugh.

	John was currently swimming in a tank of highly oxygenated fluid awaiting his girls. The tank was massive, which was needed to comfortably provide some elbow room (not that he had elbows) for his twelve-ton girth.

	When Pam and Wendy awakened from their programming chambers, they were instantly aware of what awaited them. Each automatically touched themselves between their legs in anticipation. They walked out to a platform by the tank where they met their new playmate, Allie.

	"The grown-ups said we're going to play a game!" Allie cried with delight, jumping up and down with excitement. 

	All three girls were nude. Pam and Wendy understood why and Allie was too young to be concerned about her lack of clothing. Modesty was not a part of a typical four year-old's perspective.

	From across the pool, John carefully raised an eye above the water, observing the girls he was about to have. He knew that his previously oldest one, Dana, had moved on to formal schooling. He would miss her, as he had all of his girls in the past, but was already getting excited about this new one called Allie.

	Registering her happy squeals, he focused on the tot. Her body was nicely formed with a little more roundness than the other two due to her younger age. And she would be especially tight, which made his tentacles quiver with anticipation. Of course, Pam and Wendy deliciously squeezed his tentacles as well with each of their orifices. John remembered each of them when they were Allie's age.

	Wendy was a little small by human standards for her age. Her body had lost its baby fat and John loved to completely wrap her slender form in his tentacles, feeling very part of her while leaving only enough room for three tentacles to slide into the girl. 

	Pam had grown in height considerably during the last year and John knew it would only be perhaps one more year before she moved off to her more formal education. Although her pussy was still perfectly smooth, her torso had just begun to show signs of emerging maturity with the puffiness that pushed her nipples slightly away from her chest.

	John loved the bodies of these young human females with their smooth skin and firm muscle tone with just the right amount of youthful softness in the flesh. Young Allie would be a little softer, but no less enjoyable. And then there were the more intimate attributes - the flexible mouths and throats; the round, bouncy rumps that hid the muscular orifice between their cheeks; and the sweet little birthing orifices between their legs, guarded by a twin pair of succulent labia pressed close together. 

	John enjoyed that orifice the best. It was often as tight as the rear one, but very moist with its own supply of lubricant once he got moving inside. With every session, John always had to break through a thin membrane to get in there. He enjoyed the snapping sensation against the sensitive tips of his tentacles and the way his little mates would wriggle as he opened them up for pleasure.

	"Here he comes," Pam observed as she pointed to John in the tank.

	Allie yipped and ducked behind Wendy.

	"A monster!" the toddler cried. 

	Wendy knelt beside her and comforted the four year-old. She was proud that she was no longer the youngest and took it upon herself to act like a big sister.

	"It's okay," Wendy told her. "His name is John Smith and he's very nice to little girls."

	Allie calmed slightly but still whimpered when one tentacle slowly snaked out from the fluid and gently waved in front of her. The creature raised part of its body above the surface and made a noise that sounded like a gurgling waterfall. The girls stared back, uncomprehending. Then the creature's eyes half closed and it shook. It appeared to Pam like it was...laughing?

	Trying to calm the little one, John had just told one of his favorite new jokes - the one about the database programmer with blue tentacles. But the little girl remained tense. John guessed she just didn't understand database humor, which was a pity. With a mental shrug, he proceeded with a different attempt.

	The tentacle in front of Allie shot forward, playfully poking her in the belly. Allie squealed and placed her hands protectively over her stomach. The tentacle immediately followed with a tap to the chest, making the little girl move her hands there. Then John went lower again, this time moving side to side and tickling the four year-old's tummy. Allie giggled and grabbed the appendage with both hands, but the end kept tickling her. Then another tentacle reached behind her and swatted her bottom, making her tiny buttocks jiggle. Allie's giggled turned into full laughter and she lost her grip on the tentacle in front of her.

	The tentacle wrapped around Allie's middle several times and lifted the child high above the tank. Allie kicked her legs and shrieked with delight.

	"Good monster!" she cried from above.

	Another tentacle approached and slid between the little girl's legs, rubbing back and forth over her bald little twat. Allie's wriggling slowed as her previously untouched sex began to respond.

	"Good monster," she murmured softly as she was molested on high.

	With Allie calming down, John reached out with more tentacles and wrapped them around Pam and Wendy. The girls parted their legs, knowing full well what it was like to have the creature's thick, muscular appendages pressing hard as they snaked over their eager young pussies. 

	When John pulled them into the tank, they exhaled and let the fluid rush into their lungs. There was always a brief instant of discomfort when that happened, but the chemical composition of the fluid reacted in their lungs and negated the need for them to breathe. 

	As more tentacles touched their bodies, each girl could feel twinges of pleasure from the other as the mutual contact with John in his liquid environment produced a mild empathic link. Pairs of tentacles took hold of each girl's thighs, pulling them wide as third ones rubbed and diddled their smooth cunnies. 

	Wendy felt the wanting growing inside of her as she became aroused. She even craved the small sting that always accompanied her ruptured cherry. She knew it was coming when the tentacle straightened. John plunged into the seven year-old's juicy sex, obliterating her hymen and stretching her narrow tunnel wide. Wendy convulsed once as she was taken and then relaxed as the alien began to fuck her with slow, measured strokes. She could feel Pam's reaction as the eleven year-old's twat was pierced and then the two girls shared their pleasure as the tentacles worked inside their bodies.

	Allie panicked at first when the fluid filled her lungs after she was pulled below the surface. But then the urge to breathe subsided and her attention returned to her wonderfully twitching pussy. Two tentacles wrapped around her thighs and tugged on them. When Allie felt a slight sensation of a different pleasure deeper beneath her crotch, she looked and saw the slightly blurry figures of Pam and Wendy with tentacles heaving in and out between their legs.

	The tot knew nothing of empathic links, but somehow figured out that she was feeling some of what the other girls were. An insistent tentacle was prodding at her how chubby mons and Allie knew what the monster wanted to do. Determined to show that she was not a baby and could play just like the big girls, Allie let her legs be parted. John registered her acquiescence and responded in turn. 

	His tentacle plunged through the four year-old's membrane, and wriggled against the resistance that was due to the little girl's size. The undulations inside of her relaxed her muscles and Allie's tiny sex opened to accept her first lover. Her belly heaved as the tentacle moved in and out of her freshly opened body. 

	Another tentacle had been rubbing her bottom and now worked its way to the puckered hole back there. And odd tingle told her something was happening and when Allie looked to one side, she saw Wendy floating next to her, held in the creature's grasp and tentacles hammered into both of her lower holes.

	Mesmerized by the sight of Wendy's alien copulation, Allie didn't realize that her own anus had stretched open until the tentacle slithered into her virgin rectum. The toddler squirmed as her ass and pussy were filled with the creature's probing flesh. She felt tight and bloated on the inside. Sliding one hand over her belly, she could feel it bulge out with each thrust of the two tentacles. 

	When she opened her mouth in amazement, another tentacle entered her last hole. This one went even deeper, pushing past the tot's straining jaws and fucking her properly in the throat. The fluid in her lungs was providing all of the oxygen she needed, so there was still no urge to breathe.

	Now the four year-old was completely captured and impaled by three alien tentacles that ravished and pleasured her tiny body. Allie was completely overwhelmed by what was happening and when her first orgasm exploded in her cunny, the rest of her body responded. 

	Her ass convulsed, clamping on the slithering invader inside in waves. At the same time, her throat began to reflexively swallow, bearing down on the tentacle filling that passage.
John repaid her by cumming in all three of her holes at once, implanting huge volumes of discharge inside of the child. Allie could feel her insides swell as her tummy, bowels, and uterus were pumped full. Pam and Wendy were undergoing the same thing, making the alien pound each of their bodies with three injections of boiling semen.

	The tentacles pulled out of the three girls as clouds of jism were expelled from the children's lower orifices. Another nine limbs quickly took their place, burrowing into the warm snug holes of the creature's trio of little sex mates. With the initial climaxes done, John took his time, playing the smaller games he likes to with his kiddy cum buckets.

	His tentacles were quite versatile and he used two of them to latch onto the modest jugs on Pam's chest. As they were just blooming, they were already achingly sensitive. The tip of each tentacle opened to engulf the preteen's nipples and the surrounding flesh. Pam moaned appreciatively around tentacle in her throat as her budding breasts and massaged and suckled, making her nipples painfully engorged. She arched her back in order to press them harder into the relieving suction.

	As Wendy felt some of Pam's titty stimulation, her miniature nipples became erect.  As John had been massaging her flat chest with a tentacle, he attached it to one of the erect nubbin and sent another tentacle to get the remaining one. 

	Allie was perplexed by the feelings she was getting in those funny little dots on her chest. As her head was tilted back while her throat was stuffed with a thrusting tentacle, the little girl felt with her hands and found two small hard points. When a tentacle brushed her hand, Allie grabbed it and pressed it to her toddler breast. Amused, John sucked on the bit of girl flesh and took the other one with another tentacle.

	All three girls were getting overheated from the added stimulation of their chests while taking the heaving masses of tentacles in their three orifices. Each girl was getting nicely stretched as their tender young pussies and asses were taken repeatedly by the surging limbs of the creature, which allowed for harder thrusts. It would set them off on a series of mind-numbing orgasms throughout the night.

	While pulling on Pam's new breasts (which were quite fun for John to play with) and making Allie's tiny body plump out further with all of the alien sperm she was taking, John focused more on Wendy and a special game he liked to play with her. The girl was somewhat passive and had accepted this activity quite easily before.

	After unloading three more floods of jism into her, John inserted three more tentacles. Then he wrapped her body from head to toe in more of his appendages, making her disappear within the coiled mass of alien limbs. All that could be seen was a vague child shape covered in tentacles while two slid in and out of the mass at around midpoint and a third did the same at the head.

	Snug and unmoving within the creature's grasp, Wendy felt the tentacles constrict, squeezing her body even more tightly around the three members fucking her. This made John put more force into his thrusts to get within the little girl's grasping holes. The pressure inside as the alien flesh moved with in her body was unbearable for the little girl whose raw nerves sent her into a prolonged set of orgasmic convulsions. She allowed her mind to be carried away by her intense cumming, only returning to reality when more sizzling hot semen flooded her.

	It was hours later when the being known as John Smith was done. Tentacles rose from the fluid, tenderly placing a trio of spent little girls onto the platform. Each girl heaved once as they expelled the fluid from their lungs and returned to breathing air. Streams of jism flowed from the asses and pussies, relieving the pressure in their wombs and bowels. Meanwhile, their distended bellies spoke of the alien seed still there, being slowly digested. Several tentacles carefully stroked their smooth skin and gentle curves before sliding noiselessly back into the tank.

	Wendy, who was the most taxed after the squeezing game, quickly passed out. Pam lay on her back, rubbing her tiny boobs and thinking of what pleasures the tentacles had done there. Allie was on her side and flexed her fingers on one hand as the tentacles disappeared beneath the surface.

	"Bye, bye, nice monster," the little girl said sleepily.

	 



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